Kel lazily woke up, the sunlight blearing her vision momentarily. She
found herself sprawling over a bed that did not appear to be hers. She
immediately remembered last night when she was being abducted by a rude,
crude, and lewd "noble" drunk and began to feel a panic rise from her
throat. However, she recognized a familiar sword lying on the floor and
remembered how Raoul had allowed her to stay at his room for her to
recuperate from her scare. She smiled faintly at his consideration,
remembering the fear for her in his eyes when he saw her about to be
abducted. I think I'm falling in love again, she thought bemusedly.
"Good morning my Yamani Lump. Care for some breakfast?" Raoul offered cheerfully as he brought in a tray full of hot oatmeal, various fruits, and a goblet of light wine. "You just missed breakfast and your friends are looking for you, especially Neal," and he winked.
Kel made a face at his extremely childish antics and proceeded to dig in. As she was about to grab for an apple, the sleeve of her tunic rose up, revealing several very nasty-looking bruises. Kel fell silent momentarily, remembering where the bruises came from. Raoul silently walked towards his desk, pulling out a small container. He opened it to reveal a container full of cream colored balm. He dipped his finger inside and cradled her arm with his opposite hand. He gently rubbed the soothing balm on her arm, his eyes intently focused on the bruises as if trying to heal them by the "power of his eyes."
Kel faced him quietly, noting the extreme care he showed as he rubbed the salve on her arm. For an instant, she wanted to grab the arm that held her bruised limb, pull him close, and kiss him on the lips, like the way she used to when she was drunk. Unfortunately, she didn't have the bravery like she did when she was intoxicated. Blushing slightly, she continued to watch him.
"There. That should do it for now," he said happily and looked up to see her eyes watching him and her cheeks tinged faintly. Their eyes locked on each other, and Raoul began to lean closer.
Suddenly they were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "Kel, are you there? Sir Raoul said you were sick or something," said Neal from outside the door.
Raoul cleared his throat awkwardly and then stood up to open the door.
"KEL!" Neal exclaimed as soon as Raoul opened the door. "Are you all right? Are you feeling okay? Nothing serious?"
Kel stared at him momentarily, somewhat disgruntled at the fact that he had interrupted a special "moment" between her and Raoul. But the dark clouds that stood above her head dissipated once she realized how concerned her best friend was. She smiled brightly over his concern. "I'm all right. I've recovered. Don't worry about it."
"Are you sure? Maybe I should check up on you just to be on the safe side," he said hurriedly and then rest his hand on her forehead. Green light began to emanate from his hand as he began to examine her.
Raoul watched the two from a distance, lightly envious of the fact that Neal had the ability to heal the wounds that he never could. It was also apparent that Neal was in love with his friend. What he wasn't so sure about was whether or not Kel loved him back. He couldn't even tell if the girl loved him, no matter what her drunken self had told him. He sighed softly at his current situation and decided he needed some air to clear his head.
Kel saw Raoul step outside of the room. Thinking that he was mistaking her relationship with Neal, she wanted to go after him. But the intent concentration Neal had for her at the moment held her back. She didn't want to just desert Neal when he was giving her so much attention to her "illness." She sighed inwardly and resigned herself to be examined, hoping that perhaps Raoul will still be around for her to talk to.
"Good morning my Yamani Lump. Care for some breakfast?" Raoul offered cheerfully as he brought in a tray full of hot oatmeal, various fruits, and a goblet of light wine. "You just missed breakfast and your friends are looking for you, especially Neal," and he winked.
Kel made a face at his extremely childish antics and proceeded to dig in. As she was about to grab for an apple, the sleeve of her tunic rose up, revealing several very nasty-looking bruises. Kel fell silent momentarily, remembering where the bruises came from. Raoul silently walked towards his desk, pulling out a small container. He opened it to reveal a container full of cream colored balm. He dipped his finger inside and cradled her arm with his opposite hand. He gently rubbed the soothing balm on her arm, his eyes intently focused on the bruises as if trying to heal them by the "power of his eyes."
Kel faced him quietly, noting the extreme care he showed as he rubbed the salve on her arm. For an instant, she wanted to grab the arm that held her bruised limb, pull him close, and kiss him on the lips, like the way she used to when she was drunk. Unfortunately, she didn't have the bravery like she did when she was intoxicated. Blushing slightly, she continued to watch him.
"There. That should do it for now," he said happily and looked up to see her eyes watching him and her cheeks tinged faintly. Their eyes locked on each other, and Raoul began to lean closer.
Suddenly they were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "Kel, are you there? Sir Raoul said you were sick or something," said Neal from outside the door.
Raoul cleared his throat awkwardly and then stood up to open the door.
"KEL!" Neal exclaimed as soon as Raoul opened the door. "Are you all right? Are you feeling okay? Nothing serious?"
Kel stared at him momentarily, somewhat disgruntled at the fact that he had interrupted a special "moment" between her and Raoul. But the dark clouds that stood above her head dissipated once she realized how concerned her best friend was. She smiled brightly over his concern. "I'm all right. I've recovered. Don't worry about it."
"Are you sure? Maybe I should check up on you just to be on the safe side," he said hurriedly and then rest his hand on her forehead. Green light began to emanate from his hand as he began to examine her.
Raoul watched the two from a distance, lightly envious of the fact that Neal had the ability to heal the wounds that he never could. It was also apparent that Neal was in love with his friend. What he wasn't so sure about was whether or not Kel loved him back. He couldn't even tell if the girl loved him, no matter what her drunken self had told him. He sighed softly at his current situation and decided he needed some air to clear his head.
Kel saw Raoul step outside of the room. Thinking that he was mistaking her relationship with Neal, she wanted to go after him. But the intent concentration Neal had for her at the moment held her back. She didn't want to just desert Neal when he was giving her so much attention to her "illness." She sighed inwardly and resigned herself to be examined, hoping that perhaps Raoul will still be around for her to talk to.